Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.